As you know I am at the front now and very happy that I am. I have been under shell and rifle fire for some time. It gets pretty warm at times and you don’t know whether you will see night or not. The bullets come fast and often, but let them come, the more the merrier; for the sooner we get through with them the sooner we will get back to dear old Canada, the land where the maple leaf grows, and the Union Jack waves. We are fighting to save the good old flag, that she might ever wave.
There is very little farming here but some very near the trenches not more than a mile away. But of late they have abandoned farming so close, owing to numerous snipers. At any time your life is none too safe but two can play at the game, and we must win, we are Jack Canucks. Sometimes we cannot hear for the noise of the big guns. It is awful to see the destruction they cause, but a very pretty sight to witness at night if you care to go out of your trench. It reminds me of 24th of May celebrations in old Canada. They say war is hell and it seems like it, but we have our fun.
Private Elgin Sears to his uncle Mr. Griffin in South Norwich, from somewhere in France, written 21 October 1915, printed in the Norwich Gazette, 2 December 1915